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A Line Between Love and Hate?
"The Malfoys! Theyre here!" The old witch cried happily as she saw a fancy car drive up the drive way, "Hermionella, are you ready? They have a young child about your age, I believe is name Drake. And I expect you to be polite..."
"Yes Grandma...."
Grandmother Alexia looked at her daughter adoringly, how she loved her little Hermionella...
It was 9 in the morning and everyone had agreed they should get a move on if they wanted to see their homes anytime soon. They were still at the hotel for breakfast however. Draco watched the TV curiously and slightly wide eyed. He was also rather frustrated as Hermione couldn't get it in his head that he needed the remote to change anything, not his wand. Ron was just as fasicanated and just nodded at Harry's babbling about how bossy Cho is while he looked at the TV from the corner of his eye. Hermione ate chips and played around with the radio.
"Well then its setlled, see ya!" Harry said happily while running out the door.
"Wha-what??" Ron said out of confusion, "Where did Harry go??"
"See, thats why you should listen when people talk Ron. But he wasn't talking to me, so I don't know were he went. Why don't you go after him and find out?" Hermione suggested.
"Those chips look good..." Draco drooled. He hadn't eatin decent food in a while, and being the little rich boy he is, he wasn't very used to it. "I think I'll go get some of my own." Draco said before walking out as well.
Now it was just Ron and Hermione.
"So Hermione..." Ron spoke, trying to make conversation. They had been getting along just fine since they last met, but this is the first time they've actually been alone. For Ron, that made things kind of akward. He could sense that Hermione was just as uneasy. But even when she was, she was still very pretty. Shes always pretty, always gorgeous. No wait, Ron shook his head, he couldn't think like that! He was married! Oh wait, thats right, not anymore he wasn't. But even still, compared to his wife, Hermione was still lovely in his eyes. He didn't love her or anything, he was just saying by looks....right?
Hermione stared at Ron. She surpressed a giggle, his ears were pink again. Ron had become almost as handsome as Draco, she thought. Woah, woah, woah, back up! Draco nor Ron was handsome. She knew Ron would absolutely murder her if he knew she compared him to Draco. She bit her lip as she remembered their rivalry. 12 years ago, she remembered how SHE had rivaled them against each other, because she was falling for both. Indeed, she had conflicted between Ron and Draco. And in the end, she chose Ron. Her own kind, a Gryffindor. She did not want to go any further than the distance she had traveled, where no man had dared gone to before, into a Slytherin's heart. Into a Malfoy's heart. Is that not why she had left Draco on that staircase step so long ago? Her thoughts were ended, however, by Rons voice.
"Hows life?"
"Its going well. I have a lovely daughter and a decent home as well as my elderly mother who I love very much."
"Ah, yes Jamie is quite the sweet heart isn't she? Tell me, has she ever...asked about me?"
"There were times yes."
"Oh."
"Look, Hermione, when I said I wasn't in love with anymore, I didn't mean I didn't love you as a friend---a best friend. You do understand right?"
Hermione chuckled.
"What?"
"Its just, its intresting how we talk about our offspring, marriages, divorces when 12 years ago we were talking about homework, chocolates, and who fancies who."
"Hey, people grow old."
Hermione nodded and then asked him, "So I suppose you re-married?"
"Yea, yea I did."
"So whos the lucky lady? Anyone I know?"
"Yeah, actually she is..."
"Really? Who is it? Whats her name?"
Ron sighed. He had to tell her.
Harry walked around the halls of the hotel. He shook his head. 12 years ago around this time, he would be walking the halls of a huge, magical castle with his two best friends, Ron and Hermione, trying to save the Sorcerers stone or finding the entrance to the hidden Chamber of Secrets or traveling back in time to prove a man innocent or training to get past a huge dragon or simply avoiding the many stares that Harry constantly recieved.
But no, here he was, the famous Harry Potter, in Disney Land Resort, in America, looking for an ATM machine. (He had barely remembered he had saved some muggle money on there and thats what he had told Ron.)
But his thoughts were cut off by someone crashing straight into him. The books and parchments that the stranger had been carrying flew everywhere. After regaining himself, Harry looked down at the person, and realized that that stranger was not a a stranger at all.
Draco grinned happily as he chomped away on his Hot Cheetos. He still couldn't believe he was stuck in America with Potter, Weasel, and Granger, but he had been so hungry that this moment, at the time, made up for everything. Then its back to being in their company. The golden trio. How sickening.'Thats not what you were thinking 12 years ago....' the little voice at the back of Draco's mind chanted. Draco shook his head. He knew what the voice meant. Granger was out of his life, well, now shes not, but he meant out of his love life. Was she ever in it? The whole asking her out to the dance was all part of his fathers plan...
Flashback
"Your a seductive young man Draco," Lucius smirked, "The Dark Lord has given a plan. Potter has two main defenses. The Weasel and the mudblood. The plan is too bring them over to our side one by one. Killing them would be too obvoius. We need to make it seem like it was their choice. Part of your Death Eater training now, would be too bring the mudblood over WITHOUT making it obvious. Such a simple task, I'm sure you'll be able to handle."
Now, Draco was going to go along with the plan, even if he didn't want too. And then poof daddys in Azkaban. And then of course, Hermione left. Such a bad ending to his little story. But now he has all the time he needs to fix eh? Draco smirked as the plan formed in his mine. The little voice returned, 'So you DO admit you still like her!' Draco was now annoyed. Fine, fine I do now shut up! Oo, its getting hot. Draco pulled up his sleeves. There was something written on his hand. He read it.
"Oh my god...." He whispered.
"Harry??? Harry Potter?"
"Oh my god..." Harry gasped.
"I know that my come as a shock Moi---"
"OH MY GOD!!!" Hermione shreiked.
A/N: Whats written on Dracos hand you ask? Who did Harry crash into you ask? Who did Ron marry you ask? Only time will tell....or maybe the next chapter will. Which ever gets there first. :)
A Line Between Love and Hate?
"The Malfoys! Theyre here!" The old witch cried happily as she saw a fancy car drive up the drive way, "Hermionella, are you ready? They have a young child about your age, I believe is name Drake. And I expect you to be polite..."
"Yes Grandma...."
Grandmother Alexia looked at her daughter adoringly, how she loved her little Hermionella...
It was 9 in the morning and everyone had agreed they should get a move on if they wanted to see their homes anytime soon. They were still at the hotel for breakfast however. Draco watched the TV curiously and slightly wide eyed. He was also rather frustrated as Hermione couldn't get it in his head that he needed the remote to change anything, not his wand. Ron was just as fasicanated and just nodded at Harry's babbling about how bossy Cho is while he looked at the TV from the corner of his eye. Hermione ate chips and played around with the radio.
"Well then its setlled, see ya!" Harry said happily while running out the door.
"Wha-what??" Ron said out of confusion, "Where did Harry go??"
"See, thats why you should listen when people talk Ron. But he wasn't talking to me, so I don't know were he went. Why don't you go after him and find out?" Hermione suggested.
"Those chips look good..." Draco drooled. He hadn't eatin decent food in a while, and being the little rich boy he is, he wasn't very used to it. "I think I'll go get some of my own." Draco said before walking out as well.
Now it was just Ron and Hermione.
"So Hermione..." Ron spoke, trying to make conversation. They had been getting along just fine since they last met, but this is the first time they've actually been alone. For Ron, that made things kind of akward. He could sense that Hermione was just as uneasy. But even when she was, she was still very pretty. Shes always pretty, always gorgeous. No wait, Ron shook his head, he couldn't think like that! He was married! Oh wait, thats right, not anymore he wasn't. But even still, compared to his wife, Hermione was still lovely in his eyes. He didn't love her or anything, he was just saying by looks....right?
Hermione stared at Ron. She surpressed a giggle, his ears were pink again. Ron had become almost as handsome as Draco, she thought. Woah, woah, woah, back up! Draco nor Ron was handsome. She knew Ron would absolutely murder her if he knew she compared him to Draco. She bit her lip as she remembered their rivalry. 12 years ago, she remembered how SHE had rivaled them against each other, because she was falling for both. Indeed, she had conflicted between Ron and Draco. And in the end, she chose Ron. Her own kind, a Gryffindor. She did not want to go any further than the distance she had traveled, where no man had dared gone to before, into a Slytherin's heart. Into a Malfoy's heart. Is that not why she had left Draco on that staircase step so long ago? Her thoughts were ended, however, by Rons voice.
"Hows life?"
"Its going well. I have a lovely daughter and a decent home as well as my elderly mother who I love very much."
"Ah, yes Jamie is quite the sweet heart isn't she? Tell me, has she ever...asked about me?"
"There were times yes."
"Oh."
"Look, Hermione, when I said I wasn't in love with anymore, I didn't mean I didn't love you as a friend---a best friend. You do understand right?"
Hermione chuckled.
"What?"
"Its just, its intresting how we talk about our offspring, marriages, divorces when 12 years ago we were talking about homework, chocolates, and who fancies who."
"Hey, people grow old."
Hermione nodded and then asked him, "So I suppose you re-married?"
"Yea, yea I did."
"So whos the lucky lady? Anyone I know?"
"Yeah, actually she is..."
"Really? Who is it? Whats her name?"
Ron sighed. He had to tell her.
Harry walked around the halls of the hotel. He shook his head. 12 years ago around this time, he would be walking the halls of a huge, magical castle with his two best friends, Ron and Hermione, trying to save the Sorcerers stone or finding the entrance to the hidden Chamber of Secrets or traveling back in time to prove a man innocent or training to get past a huge dragon or simply avoiding the many stares that Harry constantly recieved.
But no, here he was, the famous Harry Potter, in Disney Land Resort, in America, looking for an ATM machine. (He had barely remembered he had saved some muggle money on there and thats what he had told Ron.)
But his thoughts were cut off by someone crashing straight into him. The books and parchments that the stranger had been carrying flew everywhere. After regaining himself, Harry looked down at the person, and realized that that stranger was not a a stranger at all.
Draco grinned happily as he chomped away on his Hot Cheetos. He still couldn't believe he was stuck in America with Potter, Weasel, and Granger, but he had been so hungry that this moment, at the time, made up for everything. Then its back to being in their company. The golden trio. How sickening.'Thats not what you were thinking 12 years ago....' the little voice at the back of Draco's mind chanted. Draco shook his head. He knew what the voice meant. Granger was out of his life, well, now shes not, but he meant out of his love life. Was she ever in it? The whole asking her out to the dance was all part of his fathers plan...
Flashback
"Your a seductive young man Draco," Lucius smirked, "The Dark Lord has given a plan. Potter has two main defenses. The Weasel and the mudblood. The plan is too bring them over to our side one by one. Killing them would be too obvoius. We need to make it seem like it was their choice. Part of your Death Eater training now, would be too bring the mudblood over WITHOUT making it obvious. Such a simple task, I'm sure you'll be able to handle."
Now, Draco was going to go along with the plan, even if he didn't want too. And then poof daddys in Azkaban. And then of course, Hermione left. Such a bad ending to his little story. But now he has all the time he needs to fix eh? Draco smirked as the plan formed in his mine. The little voice returned, 'So you DO admit you still like her!' Draco was now annoyed. Fine, fine I do now shut up! Oo, its getting hot. Draco pulled up his sleeves. There was something written on his hand. He read it.
"Oh my god...." He whispered.
"Harry??? Harry Potter?"
"Oh my god..." Harry gasped.
"I know that my come as a shock Moi---"
"OH MY GOD!!!" Hermione shreiked.
A/N: Whats written on Dracos hand you ask? Who did Harry crash into you ask? Who did Ron marry you ask? Only time will tell....or maybe the next chapter will. Which ever gets there first. :)